Saturday, February 18, 2012

Live just another day
To bring back thoughts
Of innocence and simplicity
Or the subject of extremity,
With a pinch of actuality.
Lose in the closet or the clouds of cotton,
While the sun stares down too hard
and the kitten disturbs the tranquillity of the lard
Did you know that a world could be woven?
With shreds of forms
That breathe into life everytime you would fall.
The prospects and propositions of a being other than yours
Could be like a child in that monkey cap,
Reading your eyes with a start.